Volume One, Chapter Seventeen: Fate Stolen

Soon, a woman appeared on the screen, her expression weary and her eyes swollen red from crying. She looked to be around thirty, her cheeks swollen, with bruises on her forehead, the corners of her eyes, and her lips—all marks of having been beaten. Her hair, disheveled by the wind, added to her wretched appearance. Judging from the background, she seemed to be on a high floor of a building.

Yuan’s Light Breeze: Has the plot leveled up this time? Trying to grab everyone’s attention with death?

momo: If this is an act, I want to give this sister an award. That look of despair is too real.

Su Tong’s brow furrowed slightly. Even through the screen, she could see a faint, chilling aura slowly gathering around the woman. If this continued, the woman would soon jump from the building.

Desperate Soul: I used my last bit of money to send the host a Fairytale Castle. I want to ask, everyone says good deeds are rewarded and evil is punished, so why is it that I tried to be good all my life, yet have been driven to utter despair?

Her desperate, hoarse cry and sorrowful eyes made everyone in the live stream feel suffocated with emotion. At the same time, they felt anger and contempt toward Su Tong’s actions.

Free Wind: This sister’s been driven to the edge—host, you’re still trying to cheat her out of money. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?

Sister Slack: You’re still so young—don’t do anything rash!

Autumn: Exactly, what problem can only be solved by death? I’m fifty grand in debt and still struggling to live.

momo: Looks like this sister’s a victim of domestic abuse. Don’t be afraid, leave that scumbag, get a divorce, life will get better.

Some cursed Su Tong, some comforted the woman, and, of course, some were just here for the spectacle.

Yuan’s Light Breeze: All acting. If you really have the guts, then jump!

Yinshu 6J9H: Jump, hurry up and jump! I’ve never seen a live-streamed suicide before.

Su Tong’s face darkened, her tone more serious than ever. “Some people think they can say whatever they want, hiding behind a screen. But if your words push her to jump today, you’ll bear the consequences—misfortune at the least, and if fate is cruel, even death could come to you.”

Yinshu 6J9H: You fraud, I’ll say what I want—jump, hurry up and jump! Come hit me if you dare!

Farewell, Lady Knight: That’s brave of you, up there.

It’s hard to talk sense into someone determined to die.

Su Tong glanced at the scrolling comments, then ignored them, turning her focus back to the woman’s face.

“Whether good is rewarded and evil punished is something you must experience for yourself.”

The woman gave a miserable smile. “I think it’s a lie. Good people only get bullied, while the wicked live without a care.”

Su Tong ignored her words and spoke calmly: “You’re thirty-one this year. Both your parents are teachers. You grew up in a well-off family with ample resources and a good environment for your studies. But because your parents were strict, you rebelled in college and got involved with a delinquent from outside school. Despite your parents’ opposition, you married him.”

“Your husband is clever. With your help, he started a company. In recent years, the business has flourished; you made a lot of money. But with wealth, his true nature emerged—he started seeing other women and abusing you at home.”

“You couldn’t stand it and tried to divorce him multiple times, but every time you brought it up, he beat you. Because of this, you lost two children and can no longer have children.”

Hearing this, the woman’s eyes widened in shock.

She got everything right!

Su Tong went on. “Not only did your husband betray you and father a child with another woman, he also forced you out of the company’s management and took your shares. What left you utterly desperate is that today, he beat you again and threatened your parents, demanding that you leave with nothing.”

The woman cried out, “Who are you? How do you know all this?”

Su Tong pointed above the screen. “I’m a fortune teller. One Fairytale Castle per reading—you just sent one.”

Looking at her phone screen, the woman saw the name of the live room: “Three Fortunes a Day.”

Only then did she remember that, in her despair, she’d wanted to confide in someone before dying and clicked into a random live stream. She hadn’t expected to run into a fortune teller, much less one so skilled.

Mushroom: Such a pity that other girl left earlier—otherwise she'd see how love-obsessed girls end up.

Autumn: Sobs, this sister is even more pitiful than me. Host, you’re amazing—please help her.

Yuan’s Light Breeze: Just a script, all scripted. No one could tell fortunes this specifically. Only fools believe it.

Su Tong looked at the woman again.

“You’re injured, so I can’t see everything clearly. If you don’t mind, send me your name and birth date privately.”

The woman hesitated, then replied, “Alright.”

Soon, the private message came through: the woman’s name was Gao Qianqian.

Su Tong calculated for a moment, her brows knitting together. Gao Qianqian’s luck had been stolen. She was meant for a life of wealth, but ended up married to an abuser and estranged from her parents because of it.

Seeing Su Tong’s grave expression, Gao Qianqian became anxious. “Host—no, Master—what is it? Is there a problem?”

Su Tong nodded. “Your fortune has been stolen. That’s why both your love and life are so troubled.”

Gao Qianqian was bewildered, and after a moment, her eyes dimmed once more. “If my fortune’s already been stolen, even if I don’t die today, I’ll keep living in hell. I might as well end it.”

As she spoke, the chilling aura around her, which had faded, thickened again.

Seeing this, Su Tong grew anxious and spoke quickly. “You were born for wealth. Even if the luck that was stolen doesn’t return, as long as you find the one who took it and break the spell, things will improve for you.”

Hearing this, hope rekindled in Gao Qianqian’s heart; her eyes brightened.

“What should I do? Who stole my luck?”

Su Tong shook her head. “It’s been too long—hard to say. It probably started back in college. The person was clever, never taking too much at once, just a little at a time, so it was hard to notice.”

Gao Qianqian, who had just found hope, felt her eyes well up again. “So there’s no way? Why do I have to suffer like this?”

Su Tong’s gaze softened, worried she might push Gao Qianqian too far, so she gentled her tone. “Think carefully—did you ever offend anyone in college?”

Gao Qianqian thought back, then shook her head. “No, my parents always taught me to be a good girl. I was kind to everyone, never quarreled with anyone. There’s no way I offended someone.”

Su Tong considered, then her eyes sharpened. “There’s another possibility—someone benefited from your misfortune. That’s probably the one.”

Without thinking, Gao Qianqian blurted out, “It’s my husband. It’s that bastard Zheng Yang.”